Wednesday, December 14, 2016

With
a shrug David Lynch turns up mind's black secretion of happiness
hormones in sunset blow to more than just harsh chiptune's oxytocin
on the same untouched solenoid – a relaxed, plastic bag state is
achieved – it's alive – poolside steamy pork interference
drilling for chemicals turns Teen Wolf legs gold – dust removal
like 2 burning candles in sarlacc pit – convinces us to leave my
father, call for my mother – The father and brother are not touched
– while it lasted – businessman peeking down the froggy arm of
voyeurism lifted unparalleled – doleful kisses in gollum piss
pointillism cluster graciously rocket mud plunge fake news
pew-pew-pew poems warp back – relieve pinball killer on toilets,
shield a mind below the belt – perhaps during this blow and then some –
love filter mitochondria for a day and hobnob in wookiee mundowie –
In [the stars and the ( uneven banana) – of Spider-Man, still shine
the stars peep stamping in the Hugo Boss mythology – habits of
magnetic petals forsaking the symmetry of the blank page melt!] –
years through many years, in the Palm of the janitor darkness
emphatically dying exoplanet night's). Send humans to, and in fact
the paint depicting a headache morphs human 3D avatar into asparagus
disappears is generally due to this guy – a shitpost by magicians
so that slippery organ perverted wrinkle and white noise of Crusades
enlarges in the blood wrestling – dirty Transformer's exorcism that
Gorbachev through Apple